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“How are you keeping your guest distracted in your office? With stimulating conversation and your ample charm?' His smile turned as cold as his fury. 'As I'm sure you remember, my charm is very ample.' My cheeks heated. 'I've been trying to forget your overinflated charm.' 'Was it not you who just referred to it as ample?' His eyes flashed a deep quicksilver.”

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A Shadow in the Ember

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